Just back from a weekend in Somewhere Magical, Wisconsin, playing Camp Counselor with Best Friend as we kidnapped ten strangers to an undisclosed location to do undisclosed things. The unmarked white van and unplugged’ness — campers turn in their phones upon arrival and get them back when we return — plus fairly (and purposefully) vague webpage create a nerve-wracking scenario for most.

Statements made this weekend

(When I read about it on the website), “everything about Camp sounded horrendous.”

“I waited until the last minute to apply, hoping there wouldn’t be room for me.”

“When we (did that activity) when we first arrived, I wanted to go home.”

“I first heard about it a year and a half ago and was intrigued but didn’t have the courage till now.”

I can’t express how grateful I am that people in my life continually do things that cause them to break out in hives and second-guess themselves and regret EVERYTHING EVER. Because to see people walk towards fear, embrace fear, overcome fear, and become stronger due to fear is a beautiful thing. And because I’ve never once, in my eleven years of encouraging folks to leap, witnessed regret when all is said and done; there may be regret along the way but not at the end. When they sit in our final circle on Sunday afternoon and look back over our short yet long forty-eight hours together. When we check in with one another a week, six months, a year after Camp.

It’s an interesting thing to think about what makes people jump when. Why now? What finally gave them the push?

I’ve heard it all from “I’m tired of saying yes to everyone but me” to “I need to de-clutter my mind” to “I want clarity as to direction of my life” to “I feel lonely.” And we all nod knowingly, having been there ourselves.

That is another aspect of beauty of Camp — realizing we’re not alone. Which encourages vulnerability and letting go. Which is a powerful thing, sharing the weight you’ve been carrying around as well as helping lift weight others are shouldering.

And to do that with people you just met and who are so completely different from you? That’s the stuff guys, that’s the stuff.

As Best Friend and I close the door on our 2015 Camps, we stand graced in light and appreciation and excitement. We can’t wait to see how our campers move — whether it be backwards or forwards, probably a bit of both, we know they’ll move. And that’s what matters.